Monday 28 May 2007

Lying Shadows


What a buzz, what a scare

Almost facing my own fear

Something lurks in the shadowy past

Truth will hide in the dark

What I feel maybe not real,

The burning desire is my lonely fear

Looking forward makes me wonder

Is it the shadow

Behind which I hide

Dark smoke without fire

Beings which I cannot hire

Dreadful looks are not more scary

Looking inside is the fear of me

Running after the material to acquire

Hearing cries and worldly sorrows

Lonely feelings in the world full of people

What else can be worth crying

Looking around and meeting people

Everybody has the same old lie

Love matters and truth is good

Disciples of satan and more of his lies

The green grass and blue sky

Empty cradles and hollow dreams

Forgotten purpose and lost cause

What we see is no more real

Thankful impressions and valentines

Killing each other is not a mime

Buying everything and still so poor

We are not humans but the shadowy figure

Facing these fears is not a choice

The shadow being is very real........

Saturday 26 May 2007

First Scent


I wait for the day and I wait for the night,

Hoping for the time when you'll be mine


Nothing breaks the smile on my face or the tear in my eye

Till I hear your whisper from the sky (txt message)


I wear your love but I cannot see mine

To let it flow wildly is how I attract your eyes (i miss u)


Patience wears thin in your wait

For the meeting of our love shall await

The coming of the right time is expected

Wait o’stupid heart of mine

No need to rush, cry or haste..


Let the time be quick and swift in its form

Even if I have to see the wrinkles in your eye


Waiting to hear your voice in love

With anticipation I drown myself

Till your touch I find


Nothing touches me more than your words

For the lips they flow from are already mine


Roaring of my heart cannot be heard from near

You can only hear it when you are far from here

When I grow bald, old and grey

I shall look in your eyes and find myself the same way

As we were on the very first day...


Dedicated to an angel called 'Beenish'